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It could be worse. Gia’s expression was cold, but at least she hadn’t crushed Salvador with a boulder or sucked him into a makeshift grave.
“Well, it wasn’t exactly a staff.” Salvador held out his hands as if gripping two imaginary bars. “Have you seen a divining rod—the kind used for water witching?”
“Dowsing,” Gia supplied shortly, her normally full lips compressing into a thin line. “Yes, I’m familiar with the method.”
Dowsing rods and the practice of water witching were phenomena humans had trouble explaining. Using a forked stick or metal rod, a skilled witcher could find underground water sources with roughly ninety-percent accuracy. In fact, Gia was aware of some who had been right every time.
“Let me guess,” Gia said, leaning forward to put an elbow on the table. She was st
